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Nasty Surprises
Feb. 16th, 2011 06:12 pm
When I went to see the urologist about my x-ray results & having more kidney stones, she had me schedule a CT scan (no big deal). She then had me schedule what I thought was going to be a routine follow-up/pre-surgery appointment. Instead, I got this letter in the mail w/instructions on something called a cystoscopy. Considering that I don't have any bladder/urethral symptoms this is a nasty surprise. A cystoscopy is an endoscopic examination of the bladder through the urethra. It doesn't seem medically necessary to me, and in fact, seems torturous. In the letter, there's a lot of emphasis on being given medications to prevent a bladder infection, which sounds to me like, "yes, we're going to do this thing to you that will almost certainly guarantee you'll get a bladder infection". I've never had one and I know that I don't need to add a bladder infection to my life experiences.
I called the doctor's office to cancel the cystoscopy & schedule a more routine follow-up. Three different nurses tried to persuade me to keep the cystoscopy procedure & I told three different nurses the exact same thing: "No! No means no! No touchy my urethra, no medically induced bladder infections, no way, ain't gonna happen!" If it turns out that my doctor feels a cystoscopy is necessary to proceed with a kidney stone surgery this time, well, I'm keeping my rocks, thanks.
In other news, the hotel's PBX department now shares our office space. There is a lot of strife and in-fighting among the PBX operators (to the point where all their calls are being recorded now). Notes have been posted about respecting one another and profanity has been banned. A guest services agent has already been suspended because the PBX operators reported her for racism (she said a certain area of town was 'ghetto' - yes, we do have ghetto areas in Vegas - I've lived in them and continue to live in one. I guess 'ghetto' is now one of those words only black people can say without it being construed as being racist, which means when I describe my neighborhood, I should correct myself & say 'I live in the fucking barrio' instead of 'I live in the fucking ghetto', although in reality it's a mix between barrio & ghetto... a gherrio?).
Anyway, I am certainly doomed to be the full-time auditor in the next coupla months, and I don't know if I can stand working with the PBX operators for 40 hours a week. One set of graveyard operators does nothing but complain all night long, and the other graveyard PBX operator just talks all night long. From the minute she arrives to the minute I leave, she talks. Continuously. Without taking a breath. I know her entire life story - her love life, her kids, her health, her pets, her clothes, nails, hair & shoes. Her daily schedule. Where she shops. It'd be different if it was an actual 'conversation', with input from other people in the room - but it's not. It's an 8-hour monologue.
It's not just me, either - I've had about four other people who've been exposed to her ask me, "Does she talk like that all night?" I left my headphones at home the past two days and that's a mistake I will not repeat. I may get a back-up pair so I always have one in my purse.
I called the doctor's office to cancel the cystoscopy & schedule a more routine follow-up. Three different nurses tried to persuade me to keep the cystoscopy procedure & I told three different nurses the exact same thing: "No! No means no! No touchy my urethra, no medically induced bladder infections, no way, ain't gonna happen!" If it turns out that my doctor feels a cystoscopy is necessary to proceed with a kidney stone surgery this time, well, I'm keeping my rocks, thanks.
In other news, the hotel's PBX department now shares our office space. There is a lot of strife and in-fighting among the PBX operators (to the point where all their calls are being recorded now). Notes have been posted about respecting one another and profanity has been banned. A guest services agent has already been suspended because the PBX operators reported her for racism (she said a certain area of town was 'ghetto' - yes, we do have ghetto areas in Vegas - I've lived in them and continue to live in one. I guess 'ghetto' is now one of those words only black people can say without it being construed as being racist, which means when I describe my neighborhood, I should correct myself & say 'I live in the fucking barrio' instead of 'I live in the fucking ghetto', although in reality it's a mix between barrio & ghetto... a gherrio?).
Anyway, I am certainly doomed to be the full-time auditor in the next coupla months, and I don't know if I can stand working with the PBX operators for 40 hours a week. One set of graveyard operators does nothing but complain all night long, and the other graveyard PBX operator just talks all night long. From the minute she arrives to the minute I leave, she talks. Continuously. Without taking a breath. I know her entire life story - her love life, her kids, her health, her pets, her clothes, nails, hair & shoes. Her daily schedule. Where she shops. It'd be different if it was an actual 'conversation', with input from other people in the room - but it's not. It's an 8-hour monologue.
It's not just me, either - I've had about four other people who've been exposed to her ask me, "Does she talk like that all night?" I left my headphones at home the past two days and that's a mistake I will not repeat. I may get a back-up pair so I always have one in my purse.
